[Written for the Sentinel]

I Must Go On

Sometimes I want to linger on the hills,And gather flowers that grow along the way,And dip my tired feet in sparkling rills,That laugh as little children laugh at play:But from these dreams of sense that error fillsI must go on.

For I have caught a glimpse of loftier height,Where Truth's white banner beckons, flashing free,And angel footprints, passing through the night,Have formed a path of light-touched thoughts for me:From imperfection into God's great mightI must go on.

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June 23, 1923
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